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From: "Dandy Don" <dandy@macvsog.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Queen Bee
Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 20:10:05 -0500
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                            Queen Bee
                          By: Dandy Don
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Greg long ago accepted the fact that the girl he married eleven years
ago, the mother of his ten kids (of which one or two might be his and
seven certainly were not) simply could not say no to a stiff dick or
put one in a rubber. Barefoot and pregnant was the way she preferred
to be, so getting a vasectomy after number three only insured that all
the rest would be bastards.

Darla never wanted to be unfaithful. She just never wanted to
experience a period again before menopause. At the pace she was going,
she would set some sort of motherhood record. She could expect twenty
more years of fertility which could easily translate to twenty more
kids. Throw in a few sets of twins or triplets, which, defying all
odds, she hadn't had yet, the number could reach thirty or more for a
total of forty or more. The woman took motherhood seriously and there
seemed no stopping her.

They were a match made in Heaven except for the number of kids each
wanted. Greg wanted three; Darla wanted thirty-three. Greg thought he
could get his way by cutting the cord after getting his three, but
Darla proved him wrong. All he did was cut himself out of fathering
more than three, and Darla didn't consider what she did cheating since
he cut the cord without getting her permission. The Lord commanded,
"BE FRUITFUL AND MULTIPLY!" By god she'd do what God said. Greg could
go to Hell.

Greg had a wife who would come in season, and while in season could be
had by any sperm producing male who showed interest. When in season,
she was always ready. She wore outrageously sexy clothes with no
underwear, and didn't care what anyone thought. She was on a mission
from God. She'd fuck a stock boy on a grocery store aisle, a cop in
the back of his squad car, strangers on a crowded city bus, Shriners
in a packed elevator, neighbors in the back yard, salesmen at the
front door, or a teacher in his classroom at a parent teacher
conference. If the man had the balls, she had the ovaries, and when
Darla was in season, fresh sperm always swam in her pussy and ran down
very sexy legs. Everyone got sloppy seconds after the first lucky guy.

She came out of season only when her OB/Gyn confirmed a good take.
After that, Greg could expect six or seven months of a normal marital
relationship if you call living in a daycare center normal. At least
for six or seven months, she was a good and faithful wife. The only
trouble was, she had little or no interest in having sex with him and
was always so tired, she'd get upset if he woke her or the babies
while he had sex with her.

That was the killer. The infants and toddlers who weren't yet weaned
shared the bed so that she could nurse them without having to keep
getting up throughout the night. Typically, there were three, but
sometimes four as she never rushed weaning. A kid could stay on the
teat until the age of five. That was the cut-off. If the kid hadn't
lost interest by then, she weaned cold turkey. She had to. A five-
year-old could drink a lot of milk, and there was only so much to go
around. Infants had priority. Toddlers were next. If there was any
left over, the four-year-old could have some. Five and above knew
better than to even ask.

Greg often suspected that Darla had a cow fantasy she was living out,
because that was what she became after the first three. She was, in
effect, a human cow. That, or a topless housewife. She did so much
nursing, there was no point in covering the udders. She didn't own a
bra. In the house, her usual attire was shorts, just shorts, sometimes
only panties - barefoot, topless, and pregnant was the norm, and there
was a perpetual milk shortage, not because the kids drained her. Winos
drained her. The silly bitch loved feeding the hungry. This was her
side mission, to seek out the hungry and encourage them to nurse.

When Darla nurses a child, she looks like she is engaged in a sex act,
at least the foreplay. She ventures out with her nursing brood for no
good reason, riding city buses for hours with no apparent destination,
or she'll take them to a place where throngs are gathered and a
nursing mother would look very out of place. When Darla nurses, she
bares the entire chest and looks like she is doing something nasty but
can get away with it because letting a young kid suck on your tits is
legal if there's milk in them and they are your kids. It's called
nursing, not showing off your hooters. She could make a wino drool,
and, of course, she'd take pity. There were times she'd be nursing two
winos with thirsty kids crying. She was, indeed, the topless housewife
- an angel of mercy or shameless slut, depending on your viewpoint.

She had the tits for either viewpoint, 42 double E's' and those double
E's' never dried up. She had nipples most young boys would proudly
call a dick. A nursing kid looked like it was giving head to a hooter.
She could fuck two virgins at the same time, or fuck one and take both
cherries. Her nipples had been sucked on so much, they'd been sucked
out. If she sat too fast, they'd both squirt. Darla had been lactating
since the age of sixteen when she gave birth to Greg Jr.. Sweet
sixteen and five days. Of course, she had been innocent and illegal at
15.25 years when Greg fucked her without a rubber. Greg, at that time,
was an adult who should have known better and was married to her older
sister. What a mess that was.

Greg's father always said, "Son, you butter your bread, you have to
sleep in it." That never made much sense, but with Greg's dad, every
metaphor was a bread metaphor. Greg got the gist and he'd been
sleeping in the butter ever since. From the very start, he'd been
fucking up like a Chinese PC. For him, marriage was a fine institution
if you like living in an institution. To stick it out with a woman
like Darla, a man had to be a fool, a masochist cuckold, a tit man, a
slut lover, a PW, chronic masturbator, or a Daddy freak. We can't be
sure what he was, but he was no fool.

Greg was a bright boy with a bright future who became a successful
man. His father had to die, but Greg took the family bakery business
to new highs. Millions of people buttered his bread every day.
Literally hundreds of them had put sperm in his wife. Hundreds more
had nursed on her. Greg once estimated that in a typical season, Darla
screwed a hundred different men and boys, going back to many of those
guys time and time again. When in season, she wasn't just out to get
pregnant, she got horny and down right slutty. Not only that, but her
seasons kept getting longer and longer. The last season lasted well
into her third month of pregnancy and well into the fourth before she
stopped completely. Once she got a good belly on her, she didn't feel
sexy.

To Greg, she never looked sexier, especially in panties, and from the
sixth month on, panties was pretty much all she wore. She kept the
house warm and every room had thick carpet, even the kitchen. Her
pretty bare feet never landed on anything cold or hard. She didn't
have a bashful bone in her body. She opted for comfort and would not
dress for anybody - not the kids, the kids' friends, parents of kids'
friends, neighbors, house guests, Jehovah's Witnesses, Mormon
missionaries, Avon ladies, or vacuum cleaner salesmen who kept their
house on a route that they all seemed to share. Every room had its own
vacuum. Greg had a boy named Kirby, another named Hoover, and a girl
named Electra because Darla thought Electralux sounded dumb for a
girl.

Greg was awakened from a sound sleep one night to find four-year-old
Hoover nursing on his dick. Greg shook Darla who had three-year-old
Electra on one tit and baby Eugene on the other. She looked to Greg's
crotch, then to Greg, then said, "Leave him be. I have no place to put
him."

Hoover made a pest of himself after discovering he could get a rich
cream out of the dad. He told Electra, who told Cathy, who told Kirby,
who told Linda, who told Karen, who told Steve, who told Greg Jr., who
knew you could and knew that Hoover was queer.

Hoover, Electra, Cathy, and Linda became daddy nursers. Cathy and
Linda were weaned and had no business sneaking under the covers to
nurse anybody, but Darla ignored this nocturnal activity because theft
of sperm kept Greg from bothering her. Greg didn't want Darla to know
that six-year-old Cathy and eight-year-old Linda were sneaking in and
giving him blow jobs. They were both excellent cock suckers, even
better than Hoover. Darla knew about Hoover and Electra. They were
authorized nursers. They could nurse on anything they found in the
bed, including clit. Darla didn't want Greg to know about that, but
Electra was quite fond of the clit, thought it was a pacifier, and
didn't know she needed to hide that fact. At times, the obvious was so
obvious they both had to look the other way while the bedding bobbed
over their loins.

Greg's lot in life wasn't so bad after that epic night with Hoover.
Demand for the cream only grew after that. Greg ceased all
masturbation a few weeks after Hoover. By then, he had to serve four
hungry mouths almost every night with Cathy or Linda often coming back
for seconds in the early morning. There were times he had a little
girl sucking his dick with sunlight streaming in and Darla wide awake.
There were also times when Electra went for her pacifier in the
morning light with the bedding kicked off, with Darla so out of it,
she didn't give a fuck. Greg used to roll on his side away from that
action and wait while pretending to be sound asleep. He stopped doing
that when he saw that Darla kept her eyes closed the whole time. That
was neat to watch, especially while getting morning head.

Neither Greg nor Darla was proud of these developments, but neither
wanted to stop them or discuss them. Three weeks after Hoover's
discovery, nine-year-old Karen joined the daddy suckers and Kirby
slipped under the covers to lick some pussy. Not long after Kirby got
away with that, the two older boys were slipping under the covers and
eating pussy. All except baby Eugene and infant Marty were sexually
molesting parents. The kids were doing something they wanted to do. No
one forced them. The parents were actually victims of the kids. Sex
between Darla and Greg completely ceased, both being well served by
the kids - too well served at times. The only way to avoid being
served was to get out of the bed. Anything in the bed was fair game.

Greg was getting out of bed more than Darla was. She could take a lot
more pussy eating than he could take cock sucking. After a while, an
erection hurts. He never thought he'd push a head off his dick and try
to get away, but he often had to. Darla, on the other hand, could lie
under a sucking mouth all night long. She could afford to lose the
sleep and catch it up in the daytime. Greg had a business to run. The
pace was killing him until he started going to a motel during the day,
not to carry on an affair, to get some fucking sleep.

As difficult as this was getting on Greg, he didn't want to stop or
even slow anything. The action kept getting better all the time. Darla
eventually lost all shyness and preferred being outside the covers.
She came to bed nude and kept her pussy shaved. She didn't care if he
watched. She didn't care who watched. Anyone could suck on any part of
her. Those who hadn't sucked a tit in years were more than welcome to.
She had to supplement the legitimate nursers with formula. The big
kids were sucking her dry. All the girls were eating pussy while the
boys tended to hog the tits. They'd leave her to the legit nursers
when she wasn't lying down, but if she reclined, even on the sofa or a
lounger by the pool, she was fair game.

Darla never put this policy out, they just gradually caught on. If she
reclined, even with panties on, they could take them off of her. That
was the first order of business - get those panties off. After that,
she took them three at a time while the others waited their turn.
Typically, she'd get herself half a dozen good cums then start pushing
them away to sit up. Furthermore, it didn't bother her one bit if Greg
took a seat and watched the entire performance with his dick in hand.
If Greg displayed a hardon, someone was sure to put a mouth on it.
Greg Jr., Steve, and the little ones were the only ones who wouldn't.
The rest would fight over the Cream of Papa. Darla would only object
to the fighting and would end a fight by deciding who got the pop.

Of course, by this time, everything was out in the open. The bed was,
at times, like an orgy of naked bodies. Still, nothing was ever
discussed. There wasn't anything to discuss. They all took their cues
from the mother. Greg took his cues from the mother. Bit by bit,
liberties were added. Bit by bit, the parents were getting swept along
into decadence. It was eight against two, and the eight were
insatiable, but so far, only oral sex was on the menu. Then again, the
kids were all too young to fuck or be fucked except by each other, and
there was a lot of that going on. Darla saw no harm. What about three,
four, five years down the road. What then? Would Greg Jr. and Steve be
making bastards? Would Karen, Linda, and Cathy be adding to the
problem? Would the family be up to the rafters in Pampers?

What worried Greg most of all was how Darla would become when she next
went in season, which was less than thirty days away. She was due to
deliver in two weeks and usually took two weeks to recover. After
that, she'd be out trolling for cock. This was not her horny cycle. If
she was this bad out of season, what was she capable of in season. To
this point, Darla never did anything sexual in front of the kids. She
was now sexual with the kids. When in season, she became quite the
exhibitionist and loved to fuck in public. She did almost all of her
fucking in public. So far, she had avoided arrest, but she was pushing
her luck. She now had a safe audience right at home, one that would
very much like to watch real adult fucking in the flesh.

They all knew about fucking. Even little Electra knew all about
fucking. She, in fact, was the fuck of choice because she had the
tightest pussy. Darla talks about fucking, calls it fucking, and has
shown them fuck flicks. She tells them everything and likes talking
about the fucking she did. She describes what she did, where she did
it, how many watched, how many fucked, then shows her fucked cunt to
them. They love her fuck stories and love seeing a fucked beaver. When
Mommy goes in season, the kids love it.

Things had to be different this time. Greg wasn't sure he could handle
it this time. Sitting through one of her fuck stories was tough
enough. If he had to sit among the kids and watch one, he may as well
put on an apron and paint his toe nails red. As it was, he was hardly
the man of the house, more like the biggest kid, the only male with no
one to fuck.

Though Darla ran the home front and was clearly in charge, she was in
no way responsible. She was very immature and completely irresponsible
regarding sex. Someone dropped that girl on her head and from that
point on, she stopped growing up. Greg was the mature responsible one,
and the sole bread winner. He could and should take charge. He chose
not to for a variety of reasons, the main one being that Darla, left
to her own devices, was something to see.

Given free rein, she could be very entertaining and this latest
development with the kids was the best development by far. Pumping cum
into a sucking little mouth was reward enough, but the sex shows
involving Darla were even better. Now that he could watch a show while
jacking off into one of those little bastards, watching them fight
over the load, having his wife pick a winner who got to eat it - well,
it was hard to fault his actions or lack thereof. He lived the life
other men couldn't even imagine. The nasty stuff he used to wipe off
with a dirty sock and toss like a whore house fuck rag was now a
highly prized commodity. Nary a drop was ever wasted. They'd lick it
off an asshole, and if he shot his wad in a sock, they'd fight over
the sock.

Yes, Greg had it made, but he was also smart enough to see the risks
and the problems. For one, they were involved in activities that could
land them in jail for a very long time. Bringing outsiders in was very
risky. Kids also had mouths that they used for things other than
sucking on genitals.

He could also see some advantages. Keeping Darla closer to home,
actually in the home, reduced risk and exposure. She also spent less
time feeding winos and hadn't been on one of those outings in weeks
when they had been a daily event. The kids were getting better and
better at scratching all of her itches. In time, they could even
handle getting her pregnant. In time, she need never sit up, get up,
or do a fucking thing except lie there and create mouths to feed. His
wife could give birth to a harem.

Bright boy that he is, Greg soon came to realize that, left to her own
vices and devices, his wife would turn herself into a queen bee who
cared as little about the worker bees she created as the queen bee in
a thriving bee hive. She'd be more interested in the drone bees.
Hummm...

Greg kept his mouth shut. The next season was a doozie, but the
doozing stayed close to home. There was an awful lot of raunchy
fucking, but there weren't that many men involved, mostly her repeat
customers, mostly vacuum cleaner salesmen. The new baby girl was named
Rainbow. That was a bit of a joke as Rainbow came out blacker than
Eugene. Black 'n Decker would have suited her better.

In the following season, Greg Jr. came of age and was welcome to try
his luck with the others. He had been fucking his mother for months,
so that came as little surprise. Daddy Greg was also fucking the three
older girls. Karen was getting her first pubic hairs. Greg put her ass
on the pill. The queen bee had no objection. The Lord told HER to be
fruitful, not everybody. Greg had always been under the impression
that she read that passage in the Bible. No, God came to her in a
dream and said, in effect, "Get fucked."

Greg got his harem. Ten years following Hoover's assault, Greg had a
bevy of naked little nymphs prancing through the mansion, ranging in
ages from four to nineteen, ten in all. Greg Jr. and Steve were the
only two out on their own, but they returned to the hive during mating
season. By this time, Darla needed no outside help. She had plenty of
drones. Hoover, as it turns out, was bisexual. The Hoover Deluxe, by
coincidence, could be used as a vacuum or a leaf blower.

Unfortunately, this story has a sad ending. In her twenty-third year
doing the Lord's work, bringing a total of thirty-three souls into the
world, [coincidence? I think not] the queen expired. Three sets of
triplets in a row did her in. The autopsy showed extreme wear as the
cause of death. She was buried barefoot and pregnant as were her
wishes. Greg stipulated face-down so that if she tried to dig her way
out, she'd go straight to Hell. Toward the end, she was a real bitch
to live with. Bring me this; bring me that; rub my feet. Fucking
bitch! Greg made Karen queen and got back to business as usual.

The moral of this story is: 

Whatever you butter may have to be slept in.

                               The End
                               
                       HTTP://macvsog.com/dandy
                               

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